While thinking back to my childhood I was brought back to a very dark time. I was born in Scranton, PA and spent the first 11 years of my life there. Growing up watching beatings that children should not witness, watching over your shoulder for who might grab you and drag you under the willow tree, realizing there is something not right about the way your brother looks at you or touches your leg or arm. Brings you to the realization that now it's time for me to make changes in my life. To never let this kind of TRAUMA into the lives of my OWN children.
March 16, 2010
Half living, half dead...
Firstly, as I listen to Mr.Black, thinking back, I look at the cover and watch it shift beneath my gaze. There seems to be more there than meets the eye, leaving it to the one between your lobes to subconsciously interpret the horror that too many people are prone to sweep under the carpet. How quickly it is forgotten what it can mean to be a child! Like KraftiM says, this IS serious, and a societal imbalance that needs to be redressed radically. Otherwise we are left with a dissassociated generation of sufferers, potentially with nobody there to assist. That is a downward spiral I do not want to see happening. In fact, don't want it whether I can see it or not.
As a track, the manipulation of sound is very good at creating a dark atmosphere that some would maybe find uncomfortable. That could be for many reasons. Evil Lurks From Within the Willow Tree reminds me of willows in my own childhood, though that is an obvious linkage. What is more subtle is the soundscaping, creating a very bleak environment. Rushes of horrific experience that detach the victim from their sense of reality, leaving a shattered personality. And, for what? To leave a lifetime in limbo, and an indelible haunting of the spot, from where the evil evinced itself. And, towards the end the hell of PTS. Captured excellently well.
Strange Encounter with Brotherly Love, oversteps boundaries that are commonly breached. Familiarity does breed contempt in its own right. An exertion of that right of sibling association is an excessive, distasteful hatred in the end. Families can do more harm than good, and as has been said, the positive angle is that the buck stops here. That is an assertion I can fully endorse and support. A Quiet Night in Scranton, maybe portrays one of those 'close-knit' societies, which are often breeding grounds of rife horror and disgrace, for all their patronization of 'familial' sustenance. The track creates a bleak atmosphere, and the length of the track displays the twisted sense of survival, in the environment being sustained, and with it the associated suffering.
I think part of the difficulty is in finding someone, or a set of persons, who can assimilate what goes on and be able to cope with it, forming a new set of assertions to replace the wrong ones. For the direct sufferer that is a difficult cross to bear, but for the assistance, there seems to be an inveterate link between the healer and the healed, in terms of a set of similar experiences that necessitates such things as revisitation and reliving the trauma. Something like a road less travelled, and understandably. Don't say to yourself 'Sh*t happens' and throw this away, stop it happening, do something TODAY.
June 16, 2007
precision soundscapes and dark dreamy noise
The ambiences and layers in this release is loaded with elaberate tones and layers that flow gracefully and can bemind expanding in the right enviroment,not to mention the intricate micro rythyms,and the clever use of random voice elements run through shimmering dsp.This one deservers a listen from first track to last so you can really go to the depths this album can take you.